Heaven Scent

Last Saturday I sat down to read a book for review and spent every spare moment over the next 24 hours finishing it. It's been ages since a book grabbed me by the nostrils and pulled me into it so strongly that it was effort stopping long enough to eat, let alone feed anyone else.

The book was Heaven Scent by Rebecca Talley.

I first met Rebecca at the LDStorymakers conference in 2007, but didn't really get to know her until the end of the 2008 conference. I was very impressed with her kindness and the beautiful spirit she carries with her. She was one of those people that I just knew I wanted to know better, so when the opportunity came to join her blog tour, I jumped on the bandwagon.

Heaven Scent is about a young basketball star who seems to have it all, and for the most part she does--everything but her father's attention. It was a story about forgiveness that goes far beyond that which anyone would normally have to endure. I was very caught up in the characters and their lives. Rebecca is masterful in her ability to create characters the reader cares about. I spent the last hour and a half of my reading time almost sobbing, and that's not something I've EVER done. The instant I finished I passed the book on to my mother, who stayed up half the night reading it and bawled her head off just like I did. The emotional power and beauty were too much to hold inside.

I won't give it all away, because I don't want to ruin it for you. Go out and buy the book because my description of what happens will not come anywhere near to giving you a true understanding of the story. It's something that must be experienced. It would be like trying to describe chocolate.

So, here's a big standing ovation from this little corner of the net, and Rebecca--I can't wait to see what you come up with next! You've made a truly devoted fan out of me!


Quote of the Day: "A perfectly healthy sentence, it is true, is extremely rare. For the most part we miss the hue and fragrance of the thought; as if we could be satisfied with the dews of the morning or evening without their colors, or the heavens without their azure."

~Henry David Thoreau